Saturday, 1 October 2016

Connecting

Hello, thank you for calling in. I haven't been around much recently and yesterday saw the culmination of a long and very difficult week. The Mathematician rang me first thing in the morning. "I had a dream that Grandad died! Just tell me," she said. "Don't be silly," I replied, laughing, "You're all right. Now turn off your 'phone and go and take your exam." I felt terrible and wondered if she would forgive me when, later that day, I would tell her that I had lied.

In the afternoon, The Teacher, the Best Beloved and I went to the Long Mynd, up, up, up to the top to leave the weight of our grief behind for a while and lose ourselves in the vastness of the sky.

As the rainclouds rolled in and we made a dash for the car, The Teacher stopped and pointed towards the faint colours of a rainbow which was touching the horizon. "Look," she said, "It's Grandad. He's come to say goodbye."

I'm so sorry this is incredibly late, but I was so sad to read of your loss. What a beautiful vista to help with your grief. I think your daughter was right about that faint rainbow ;) I hope you are feeling teeny bit better now, although I know it took me many months to feel alright again after my mom died. Hugs to you dear friend.Wendy xox

I am so sorry but you absolutely did the right thing. this happened to me when I was 18 and my parents hid it from me. You did it for all the right reasons, what a caring mother you are. Difficult situation and she may be resentful for a bit but you were right. Sending gentle hugs your way x

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Hello. I live in a little house in Shropshire with my Best Beloved and two cats. Our elder daughter, The Teacher, lives in our county town with her husband, Flashman, and their son Tom Kitten whilst our younger daughter, The Mathematician, is in her final year at university. Mrs Tiggywinkle? Well, I have always loved Beatrix Potter's books...and I have a thing about laundry.